Resolving to do my best, I prayed all week, for grace to keep the next Sabbath.

I rose early that trial-morning, prayed as soon as my eyes were open, read a chapter, looked out into the beautiful morning, thought about God and prayed--spent so much time praying, that Elizabeth had breakfast ready when I went down stairs.

While I ate it, I held my thoughts to the work of the day, worshiping God; but many facts and fancies forced themselves in and disturbed my pious meditations.

After breakfast, I went back to my room to continue my labor; but mother soon came and said: "Do you intend to let Elizabeth do all the work ?" I dropped my roll of saintship, and went and washed the dishes.

Had I been taught that he who does any honest work serves God and follows Christ, what a world of woe would have been spared me..